weekend -- part two

We are calling this the "Weekend of Greta", although when is it not, but at the pre-fireworks festival, there was a fire engine.  Since a firetruck visited the daycare a few weeks ago, Greta has talked constantly about Sparkey, the firedog/person in dog suit.  She was soooo excited when we told her a firetruck would be there, and all we heard about was going to see Sparkey again.
So, we took the obligatory "on the firetruck" photos, which really didn't do anything for her.
"Hi Mommmy"
Never one to miss a pose with her favorite guy...

(By the way, I think Chris just took awesome pictures today.  Wait 'till you see some others.  I can't wait until Greta can really use a camera so we can actually be in a picture together.  Sans children.)

...unless it's for a new favorite guy.  I tried and tried to capture her running, as fast as her short legs and bulky sandals would carry her, across this small open field and into the awaiting arms of none other than Sparkey, but all the pictures turned out blurry.  Probably because I was laughing so hard and going "oooh" like all of the other people around, who thought it was hysterical.  It was like one of those movie flashback moments where the two people are in soft focus with dreamy music in the background, sunlight positioned just so stirred by just the perfect breeze as two people race to each other (or in Sparkey's case, just stand there) with open arms and hug each other in an embrace so pure it's like honey from the hive and just as sweet.  But no, all I got was the post hug.  But can't you just imagine it?